[FIC] CRACK PAIRING: Iceland/Taiwan: Babysitting
CP02: Iceland/Taiwan: Babysitting
Summary: Erik knows babysitting Peter isn't particularly easy.
Erik rushed through the marketplace, pushing people out of his way and accidentally stepping on plenty of feet - wincing considerably at each "Ow!" he heard, and muttering a "sorry" to each one. "I-I'm sorry!" he squeaked again, after a man he recognized as one of his citizens yelped in pain.
"Peter!" he called out again, and rubbed his hurting throat. "Where are you?"
He felt like banging his head against the nearest wall. Or perhaps call his brother, but he was supposed to be a mature adult, remember? He should be able to handle this.
Should being the key word.
But really, as much as he liked the boy, he couldn't help but think that perhaps Arthur was not a very good brother for letting Peter turn out this way: getting into trouble and/or going missing the moment his current guardian's back was turned.
Unfortunately, right now said current guardian happened to be him.
And even more unfortunately, what happened turned out to be the latter. Erik turned down another alley and searched in vain for the familiar blue sailor's cap.
"Peter!" he yelled out, his throat hoarse. "Sealand! Come on out! This isn't a game, you know!"
He really hated himself now for turning around to buy something Norway had asked him to get and let Sealand run around on his own for two minutes. Really, the first time Berwald trusted him with his 'son' of sorts, and he lost him!
"Peter Kirkland! Where are y-"
"Excuse me," a man tapped on his shoulder and looked at Erik with an annoyed look on his face. "Are you perhaps looking for a blond, bushy-browed boy around twelve wearing a sailor suit?"
"Yes!" Erik gushed excitedly. "That's exactly who I'm looking for! Have you seen him?"
The man nodded and pointed in the opposite direction. "He went that way. Now please leave, sir, before you cause disturbance."
Erik nodded hastily and dashed in the direction the man had pointed to. "Thank you, sir!"
The man smiled a half-smile and rubbed his forehead. Really, kids these days…
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"Hey! Excuse me, sir, I need to-"
Erik pushed through the crowded marketplace and felt like screaming in relief at seeing the blond boy. "Peter!" he sighed in relief, running up to the stall he was standing at. "There you are! I was so worried, I-"
Peter turned around. "Erik! Yo! I was wondering where you were!"
Erik felt like smacking him and hugging him at the same time. "Where did you go? Did you have any idea how worried I was?"
Peter looked thoughtful. "Well, I thought I saw Raivis somewhere in the crowd, and ya see, I gotta talk to him about somethin', but it turned out it wasn't him. Mistaken identity, y'know?" Peter paused. "So I got kinda lost, but this nice lady here took care of me! She kept me entertained and stuff!" Erik followed Peter's finger to see a girl next to him he hadn't seen earlier - probably because he was too busy wanting to hug his friend. She was a slight-figured Asian girl who looked about his (well, human) age in one of those pink Chinese dresses and flowers in her hair - she looked familiar, who was she again? She was staring at him under long eyelashes, and he felt his face heat up.
"Er, g-good day," he stammered. "I-I'm Erik. Iceland. I'm supposed to be babysitting-"
"Peter, I know," she cut in brightly in a cheerful tone. "He told me about you." She held out her pale hand. "Taiwan, but you can call me Mei."
Ah, Taiwan. Erik remembered hearing about her from Hong Kong, who sometimes came by with England sometimes - he was smitten with her, even Erik could tell that - Hong would tell him how she and Yao would fight all the time, and how well she and Kiku got along, and how she and Yong Soo used to go around pranking people - in fact, in the back of his head, Erik vaguely remembered a bucket of water falling on his head and her voice giggling in the background…
"Erik! Dude!" Peter snapped, and Iceland shot back down to reality. "Ah, yes, Taiwan…Hong Kong's sister," he managed to get out, weakly taking the offered hand.
She laughed. "That's what he keeps saying," she told him, "But we're not really siblings," she informed them. "Yao adopted me, then him. So more of adopted siblings, like Japan and Korea and Thailand. But he's older," she added quickly.
"It must be nice to have so many older siblings," Iceland put in. "I only have Nikolas, in fact…"
"No, it isn't!" Sealand's voice in the background insisted. "You should see Arthur and our other bros when they get together, it's awful! They get drunk all night and act like morons!"
Taiwan pat him on the head and told him she was sure it was awful, and turned to Erik. "Nikolas…Norway, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Erik admitted. "I was buying something for him when this guy got lost." Peter flashed the two of them a big, toothy grin. Taiwan smiled and stared at him again. Suddenly shocked at how warm his face had become, Iceland took Peter's hand. "W-we should go," he told her. "I'm sure we're just holding you up…thanks so much for taking care of Peter, by the way."
"But she told me she doesn't have to cook dinner for her family till later, Erik," Peter whined. "Can't she stay? She's so much fun~"
Mei looked away and Peter looked at them with pleading eyes. "Please, Erik?"
"W-well, maybe she doesn't want to," Erik muttered, and turned to Mei. "Is it all right with you?"
"It's fine," she assured him. "I have experience with little boys, don't worry. All those years of replacing Yong Soo's diapers rub off, you know?"
"I'm not little!" Peter insisted indignantly. "I'm a nation, I tell you!"
"Of course you are. I'm sorry," Taiwan giggled, patting him affectionately on the head. "You'll have to grow bigger, though."
"I will!" he exclaimed. "And when I become a full nation my acceptance speech'll be all about you - after I mention Papa and Erik and Raivis though. I won't mention Jerk England! You know Raivis and Lily tell me about you? They told me you're really nice…"
He's really grown attached to her, and I guess he's only ever acted that way around me, Berwald, and Raivis, Erik noted. It's as if she has this charm with children that just draw them to her. He smiled.
"Really?" Mei was saying, seating herself and Peter on a nearby bench and signaling Erik to do the same. "Arthur did that? Well, let me tell you about this one time Yong Soo was little and he…"
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"Bror."
Erik looked up. "Nikolas!"
"How was babysitting the little monster?"
Iceland flushed. "O-okay."
"Nothing interesting happen?"
"No."
Norway raised an eyebrow. "Sealand tells me you met China's little sister at the marketplace - the younger one, not the one who beats up America. And the fact that you did act quite attracted to her."
Iceland jumped out of his seat. "T-the brat!" he near-yelled. "Sealand told you that? When I get my hands on his little…"
"So it's true, then." Norway gave him a half-smile. "He also told me she's quite pretty."
"What? No-"
But his brother had already walked away, a knowing smile on his face.
Iceland felt like smashing his head on the nearest wall.
Or splashing cold water on his face to get rid of the blush.
But before that, he had to maul Sealand first.
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Summary: Erik knows babysitting Peter isn't particularly easy.
Erik rushed through the marketplace, pushing people out of his way and accidentally stepping on plenty of feet - wincing considerably at each "Ow!" he heard, and muttering a "sorry" to each one. "I-I'm sorry!" he squeaked again, after a man he recognized as one of his citizens yelped in pain.
"Peter!" he called out again, and rubbed his hurting throat. "Where are you?"
He felt like banging his head against the nearest wall. Or perhaps call his brother, but he was supposed to be a mature adult, remember? He should be able to handle this.
Should being the key word.
But really, as much as he liked the boy, he couldn't help but think that perhaps Arthur was not a very good brother for letting Peter turn out this way: getting into trouble and/or going missing the moment his current guardian's back was turned.
Unfortunately, right now said current guardian happened to be him.
And even more unfortunately, what happened turned out to be the latter. Erik turned down another alley and searched in vain for the familiar blue sailor's cap.
"Peter!" he yelled out, his throat hoarse. "Sealand! Come on out! This isn't a game, you know!"
He really hated himself now for turning around to buy something Norway had asked him to get and let Sealand run around on his own for two minutes. Really, the first time Berwald trusted him with his 'son' of sorts, and he lost him!
"Peter Kirkland! Where are y-"
"Excuse me," a man tapped on his shoulder and looked at Erik with an annoyed look on his face. "Are you perhaps looking for a blond, bushy-browed boy around twelve wearing a sailor suit?"
"Yes!" Erik gushed excitedly. "That's exactly who I'm looking for! Have you seen him?"
The man nodded and pointed in the opposite direction. "He went that way. Now please leave, sir, before you cause disturbance."
Erik nodded hastily and dashed in the direction the man had pointed to. "Thank you, sir!"
The man smiled a half-smile and rubbed his forehead. Really, kids these days…
--
"Hey! Excuse me, sir, I need to-"
Erik pushed through the crowded marketplace and felt like screaming in relief at seeing the blond boy. "Peter!" he sighed in relief, running up to the stall he was standing at. "There you are! I was so worried, I-"
Peter turned around. "Erik! Yo! I was wondering where you were!"
Erik felt like smacking him and hugging him at the same time. "Where did you go? Did you have any idea how worried I was?"
Peter looked thoughtful. "Well, I thought I saw Raivis somewhere in the crowd, and ya see, I gotta talk to him about somethin', but it turned out it wasn't him. Mistaken identity, y'know?" Peter paused. "So I got kinda lost, but this nice lady here took care of me! She kept me entertained and stuff!" Erik followed Peter's finger to see a girl next to him he hadn't seen earlier - probably because he was too busy wanting to hug his friend. She was a slight-figured Asian girl who looked about his (well, human) age in one of those pink Chinese dresses and flowers in her hair - she looked familiar, who was she again? She was staring at him under long eyelashes, and he felt his face heat up.
"Er, g-good day," he stammered. "I-I'm Erik. Iceland. I'm supposed to be babysitting-"
"Peter, I know," she cut in brightly in a cheerful tone. "He told me about you." She held out her pale hand. "Taiwan, but you can call me Mei."
Ah, Taiwan. Erik remembered hearing about her from Hong Kong, who sometimes came by with England sometimes - he was smitten with her, even Erik could tell that - Hong would tell him how she and Yao would fight all the time, and how well she and Kiku got along, and how she and Yong Soo used to go around pranking people - in fact, in the back of his head, Erik vaguely remembered a bucket of water falling on his head and her voice giggling in the background…
"Erik! Dude!" Peter snapped, and Iceland shot back down to reality. "Ah, yes, Taiwan…Hong Kong's sister," he managed to get out, weakly taking the offered hand.
She laughed. "That's what he keeps saying," she told him, "But we're not really siblings," she informed them. "Yao adopted me, then him. So more of adopted siblings, like Japan and Korea and Thailand. But he's older," she added quickly.
"It must be nice to have so many older siblings," Iceland put in. "I only have Nikolas, in fact…"
"No, it isn't!" Sealand's voice in the background insisted. "You should see Arthur and our other bros when they get together, it's awful! They get drunk all night and act like morons!"
Taiwan pat him on the head and told him she was sure it was awful, and turned to Erik. "Nikolas…Norway, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Erik admitted. "I was buying something for him when this guy got lost." Peter flashed the two of them a big, toothy grin. Taiwan smiled and stared at him again. Suddenly shocked at how warm his face had become, Iceland took Peter's hand. "W-we should go," he told her. "I'm sure we're just holding you up…thanks so much for taking care of Peter, by the way."
"But she told me she doesn't have to cook dinner for her family till later, Erik," Peter whined. "Can't she stay? She's so much fun~"
Mei looked away and Peter looked at them with pleading eyes. "Please, Erik?"
"W-well, maybe she doesn't want to," Erik muttered, and turned to Mei. "Is it all right with you?"
"It's fine," she assured him. "I have experience with little boys, don't worry. All those years of replacing Yong Soo's diapers rub off, you know?"
"I'm not little!" Peter insisted indignantly. "I'm a nation, I tell you!"
"Of course you are. I'm sorry," Taiwan giggled, patting him affectionately on the head. "You'll have to grow bigger, though."
"I will!" he exclaimed. "And when I become a full nation my acceptance speech'll be all about you - after I mention Papa and Erik and Raivis though. I won't mention Jerk England! You know Raivis and Lily tell me about you? They told me you're really nice…"
He's really grown attached to her, and I guess he's only ever acted that way around me, Berwald, and Raivis, Erik noted. It's as if she has this charm with children that just draw them to her. He smiled.
"Really?" Mei was saying, seating herself and Peter on a nearby bench and signaling Erik to do the same. "Arthur did that? Well, let me tell you about this one time Yong Soo was little and he…"
--
"Bror."
Erik looked up. "Nikolas!"
"How was babysitting the little monster?"
Iceland flushed. "O-okay."
"Nothing interesting happen?"
"No."
Norway raised an eyebrow. "Sealand tells me you met China's little sister at the marketplace - the younger one, not the one who beats up America. And the fact that you did act quite attracted to her."
Iceland jumped out of his seat. "T-the brat!" he near-yelled. "Sealand told you that? When I get my hands on his little…"
"So it's true, then." Norway gave him a half-smile. "He also told me she's quite pretty."
"What? No-"
But his brother had already walked away, a knowing smile on his face.
Iceland felt like smashing his head on the nearest wall.
Or splashing cold water on his face to get rid of the blush.
But before that, he had to maul Sealand first.
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